Nighty

Almost 19! Minors feel free to interact, my blog will have zero to very very subtle smut, but never anything crazy, but I don't do smut asks.

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dick as a paediatric physiotherapist for @arcaneprism thru @dcforgaza!! tysm for your donation :D

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(platonic/familial) sketch dump from the past few days ive done for the twin todds au ibs: purpl3h00d over on twt😌we've been tormenting e/o w hcs

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Teaser: The Greasers Girl

*This will be a one shot*

Dick x Reader

Summary: You weren’t a soc, nor was your family rich by any means, but you lived a stable life, and was blended into the background. No snobby girls jeering at the left, or boys calling you from the right, not chick, and certainly not a broad. However even you knew not to interact with the greasers, even the rare ones at schools, for everyone knows the last thing one wants is to possibly get dragged in a rumble.

It’s just a shame that the gas station you go to near your house has a greaser at the cash register, a cute and charming one at that.

Hehhehehe I found my favorite book and obviously my mind went Soda=Dick to a capacity, of course I can only write it after I reread it so I know my slang is accurate and all, stay tuned!!!

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so this may be a bit of a stretch, but I was rereading the outsiders which I’m so glad I read in middle school, and I’ve watched the movie back then too, and I had an epiphany, do you see the vision? Spoilers for the outsiders!!!!

tell me this isn’t Dick Grayson, the charm, the beauty the eyes? Also in the movie Soda has a (justified) crash out and they hold the family together, or atleast try too.

They have similar backgrounds but have soft spots for certain people. They aren’t necessarily “heroes” or “great people” and they know that, but they aren’t evil at all. They also both die so, yeah 😭. Also they both make me kick my feet, I feel like Matt Dillon of his teen years would make an amazing Jason Todd anyways

While not physically similar, they are both considered the brains of the family. They are the youngest and often perceive things without knowing the full picture, Tim when Robin was taken away didn’t realize Dick someone there for him not as a sidekick but as a PARTNER, where Pony truly thought Dally hated him, leading to them running away from their families until possible near death experiences. On top of that they both have witnessed their best friend die, aswell as other people they care about die.

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"We need more morally gray characters"

You couldn't handle a 12 year old girl.

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some arkham knight jason bc I need to make the content I want to see on the world

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I squealed when I saw this OH MY GOD

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all for love | w. damian x reader

🐇 tags : sfw, angst, damian wayne x reader, mentions (descriptions?) of death, slight-fluff, you get revived with the lazarus pit, small description of a panic attack, toxic-ish relationship (?), pet names (beloved)

word count : 1k

note : heavily inspired by this fic I read by @/idiyamartinx go support this author please her work is amazing!!!! also hehe first finished fic for dc and it’s about my goat damian wayne!! once again thank you to and shout out to my oomf for proof reading this! (love her!!!!)

The moment you woke up you already knew what Damian had done.

The last thing you remember is the deep pain in your abdomen, the feeling of your blood pooling around you, and the feeling of Damian’s body pressing against yours. You remember his cries and the sight of your blood painting his hands a crimson red.

But now all you can focus on is the burn that’s consuming your body and the overwhelming pain that comes with it. 

Everything around you is a blur, you cry out as you claw your way out of the bright green that’s consuming your body. The jagged rock digs in your skin while you drag yourself along the floor stopping at the sight of Damian’s recognizable boots. 

You peer your head up to look at the boy, a pained groan escaping your mouth as you lock eyes with Damian. His expression is full of love, a bright smile filling up his face at the sight of you. Quickly he brings himself to your level and hugs your figure. Disoriented you start thrashing in response feeling trapped by his grasp. 

Kicking your legs and moving your body trying to escape but it’s to no avail, all you feel is him, his warmth, and his tears that start dragging down your shoulder as he presses himself into the crook of your neck. 

Your thoughts are unclear as he pulls you off the ground with ease. As you fade out of consciousness all you hear is the sound of Damian’s armored boots echoing off the jagged floor.

You feel strange. 

Damian brought you back to the manor after some minor rehabilitation. You were still unable to make coherent words and the control over your body was scarce, but you were walking to the best of your ability and able to attempt at communicating nonverbally.

But you will never forget the pure horror that showed on everyone’s faces. 

Bruce was in awe, Jason couldn’t even look at you, and everyone else had a tight grimace on their faces. Your balance was shaky and you couldn’t even say anything to try and speak with your companions. Damian however was filled with joy, able to bring his beloved back to his family and back to where she should be. 

“We’re home.” Damian muttered having a tight grip on your lower back to keep you steady. 

Nobody moved. It was like time had frozen in place. The tension in the room grew thicker and thicker as your presence lingered. You heard Damian scoff as he quickly ushered you up to his room.

His hand held securely on your wrist as you wobbled all the way to the far corner where his bedroom was located.

“It’s okay beloved, they’ll understand soon enough.” He mumbled into your hair. “They’ll understand that this is a gift, that you are still here and you’ll be here forever.” Damian’s voice echoes through your head as everything starts to get fuzzy again.

It takes another while for you to get back into a normal routine, but every day is the same.

You wake up to a throbbing sensation in your abdomen, a constant reminder of your current situation. Damian is already up and awake to help you to the bathroom.

He accompanies you everywhere, helping you brush your teeth, comb your hair, change you. Even when you start to walk normally again he keeps a steady hand on you, keeping you close as if you’ll slip away.

You try to talk, to connect with your friends and allies that you once spent hours speaking to, but now it just feels like you’re talking to a wall. 

You never seem to see Bruce anymore, Dick gives you an empathetic look every time he sees you, Jason can’t even look at you, then Tim, Cass, and Stephanie keep their distance. 

Barbara and Duke try their best with you, but to no avail.

Most of your days are spent with Damian coddling you. Never leaving your side. When he does eventually have to leave you he always comes back with tears welling in his eyes and pleas of never leaving you again. 

Sometimes when you’re alone you think about the life you used to live. Fighting crime, bringing people to justice, but now you’re a shell of the hero you used to be. 

You think of how if you just died, you would’ve died a hero. Somebody that everyone remembered and somebody that died helping those who needed to be helped. But now you’re forced to live in a body that doesn’t even feel like yours anymore.

Damian loves you very much, he definitely shows that in his actions. 

You woke up today in a particularly bad episode. Your body felt like it was in flames as the sweat on your body suffocated you in its feeling. Your breath grew rapidly as you shot up in fear. Damian quickly came to your side, enveloping you in the warmth of his body as you continued to cry and scream at the pain. 

He holds you until you calm down, his hold never wavering to keep you safe. Damian makes sure you know he’s there, never leaving you alone. 

“I’m here beloved, I’ll never let you go.” You hear him whisper. Tears roll down your face as you lean into the heat of Damian’s body. 

You whisper a soft “I love you” as your eyes start to close shut and you drift back into a deep slumber no longer feeling the pain in your body. Damian lays you back down onto the bed, tucking you in with quick precision. 

He brings his body closer to yours pulling you into a tight hug as a reminder that he is still there with you, by your side, forever. 

Despite all that was lost, and all that needs to be fixed, you still have your Damian. He still needs you in this life, and he’ll never regret the actions he took to keep you with him.

thank you so much for reading this far! i hope you enjoyed reading and please reblog if you did! if you have any thoughts or comments don't be shy to send them my way. i'm still very new to writing so input is very much appreciated. also if you are interested in my other work please check out my kpop blog! @starryboos

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POV : Your rewatching DCAMU and this pops up and you remember THAT scene in the Apokolips War movie where it’s revealed he used it 😭

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I will fall in love with you, over and over again (will be rewritten! Check the ending for more info!)

Synopsis: As the world comes to an end, you both know you will ALWAYS find each other. A Damian Wayne x Reader story

They say first impressions matter, well apparently they don’t according to Damian Wayne, for when you first met him at the tower with the others, he didn’t care in regards to who his supposed teammates were.

He was rude, he cared less for boundaries if it meant getting information, he refused to even try working with the rest of the team and he would gladly do anything to get under anyone’s skin if he was feeling particularly spiteful.

A part of you couldn’t really bring Jaime for his outburst towards Damian, he was kinda being a prick during the duel, but you weren’t so cruel that you wished for him to actually die, thank Raven for her powers and all.

While the two of you were always together due to age and all, the both of you couldn’t ever get along, when you prodded him a bit in regards to his past after asking Raven, he wasn’t only suspicious towards Raven and her powers, but to you.

Still, it didn’t help that you guys who were to be teammates would squabble like kids, so when Kory thought about going out for some fun, you would try to use this opportunity to atleast settle some sort of tension, and you could see he was more than a weapon he claimed he was.

Sure he was still someone stoic through it all, but he seemed willing to put his guard down after showing Garfield up at dancing. He would tease you, you would tease him, but he was laughing not with malice, but childishness, something that you thought wasn’t possible with someone like him.

Eventually while you both weren’t “friends”, you both had common ground with each other. You could occasionally joke with one another, you teased him when Raven gifted him Titus, though he pretended to act confused he obviously had a soft spot. Even when things were distant and the titans weren’t around doing work, the two of you kept in touch. Just a text here, a meetup there.

Things seemed to be going alright aside from Raven having problems with her gem, Kory was now living in Dicks apartment, Damian knows how to work with others now, and the team was growing, surely nothing could go wrong.

And then the world came crashing down.

Literally.

The meeting was a protocol in your mind, surely the Justice League would figure it out.

So why were creatures coming continuously, why were your comrades dead, ripped, torn shredded.

Why did you just witness Kory sliced in half with her guts out?

Why did you just witness a few friends get mauled?

Why did you witness Superboy get his neck snapped?

Why did you have to witness your leader Dick, get stabbed by those creatures?

Why did you witness Damian get thrown off the edge into the water below?

Everything was supposed to be fine.

Everyone is dead.

Why did everyone die?

Why couldn’t the justice league do more?

Why did Raven try to end it all?

These were cruel questions that spun in your mind you knew that.

But wasn’t that what the world has become? A reminder of cruelty?

Damian left a while ago, how he survived you aren’t aware but your glad he did, he came to see if any of his comrades survived, he came to see you.

He asked you to go with him into leading the League of Assassins, but how could you possibly lead anything after this?

He seemed sad with your refusal, perhaps he was disappointed that he couldn’t have someone as strong as you around?

(If only he knew there was no strength left)

You wouldn’t see him again for a while, you, Raven, Kent, Constantine and others would make the trek to get to Darkseid, to end this madness once in for all.

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When you met him again there was relief.

When Raven woke up, and you her and Kent saw Dick who was revived in the Lazarus Pit, you felt numb and grief

When you heard him call Dick “brother” you found more grief, because not only did Damian acknowledge it out loud, but that’s who he was to everyone; a brother to rely on

When he confessed why he wanted you by his side, that he had feelings, there was warmth

Everytime he would touch you, to hold your hand, a touch in your arm, any sort of contact, there was ease

When he fought against Batman who was under Darkseids control, completely merciless, you felt fear

When he took the beam and burnt up you felt something shatter.

You couldn’t stop crying, because one of your last tethers to sanity was gone.

It wasn’t even the pretty type of crying, no, it was raw and ugly full of despair and madness.

You never said it to him, and not even he said it while confessing his feelings.

You loved him.

And it was because he was one of the last comrades Raven had, one of the last friends she had, that she could bring him back, because she couldn’t bear to lose anyone else.

Of course that also resulted in an irritated Constantine to revive but that was his problem.

She confessed to both of you earlier that the reason why she tried to stay away was because you both were in danger, her father wanted to kill you both because you were all she had.

Naturally that went away when a foe like Darkseid entered the fray, he went all out against him, and with one final sacrifice on Cyborg, it was over.

but the heroes didn’t win, not at all.

The world was basically destroyed, there was no more rotation, so the only thing that could happen was for Flash go back in time; to restart everything.

It hurt, you would never remember your comrades again, it’s like it never happened. You wouldn’t remember Dicks trust, Kory’s motherly instincts, your friends and, the feelings you had for Damian.

But with Kory basically losing most of her autonomy and feelings, Dick in a straight jacket because of his mind, and almost everyone dead, won’t it be worth it?

Was it bad that you desperately didn’t want to forget anything? That you wanted all your friends here? That you wanted everything to be okay?

You just melted in Damian’s arms, you couldn’t do this but you had to.

So when Flash made his start, you kissed him. The last thing you wanted was to feel love some way or some form.

Before the light could ingulf you both, there was one question from you.

“Do you think we can find each other again?”

He thought for a second, though not to long since the light was coming closer and closer;

“Yeah, even if we have to go through hundreds of more flashpoints, even if I have to go through a hundred more, because you are strong, you will be okay going through more, but me?”

He put his forehead on yours.

“I don’t think I’m so resistant to something like that, but I will do it.

for you a thousand times over, I will fall in love with you all over again”

And even as the light fully engulfed you, you couldn’t help but smile for the first time in a long time.

He was right.

You would fall in love all over again.

And you would live a life of happiness, a life that you were both robbed of.

But just before everything would end, he whispered the final words, the words you said to him as he was burnt to a crisp back in Darkseids layer.

“I love you”

My phone loves to mess with me on Tumblr, so of course there are mistakes. Hope you enjoyed but the DCAMU is my tragedy and URGGHHH Damian and Raven have my heart, naturally I wanted to do a fic in regards to this. Also having the worst stomach ache but I needed to this now and thus got it out in 5 mins.

But yeah just because I’m doing an x reader fic doesn’t make me less of a Lovebirds fan because UFhahsfgdgsgs Raven and Damian made me sob at the end of the Apokolips war 😭

Damian’s development was amazing and its because of this movie series that if anyone tries to put crap on Damian because he’s “difficult” of “violent” without giving him a fair chance, they will gladly meet my hands 😊

Also you may have noticed this is titled as draft, not because it’s a legit draft but because I want to rewrite it after I rewatch the DCAMU, it’s been a long time since I have and once I do I’ll be angsty for months on end, and perhaps there are scenes that I may have forgotten that I would like to add, so stay tuned!

Also while I appreciate likes and reblogs I would thrive the most on comments for motivation!

(P.S. I need more DCAMU fics)

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The final ep of MHA has been making me sob, I never gave up on it not once and now it’s over 😭

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So I don’t ship Luigi and bowser, never had growing up, and I don’t think I ever will, even though I can see where people are coming from, but…

Jason Todd as Bowser and reader as…(Peach or Luigi?) Yall see the vision? I mean come on because Mario can definitely be Dick Grayson, but like yall see what I see? Also enemies to lovers or like, enemy and “I don’t know who you are or what you want” to lovers? And if reader was peach and it was between Mario!Dick Grayson and Bowser!Jason Todd, uRGgHhGGhHgGhh guys let me COOK- (Ofc if reader is Luigi in the story and Dick is Mario there won’t be any romance between the two because come ON-)

First it was Prince!Dick and the little mermaid now it’s Bowser!Jason with Mario, I think I’m on a roll!!!

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ᡣ𐭩 celebrating your anniversary with dilf!jason todd ₊   ֹ ˖

𖨂 had to write for older jason after seeing this yesterday… like #needthat. also this can be read as a continuation of the singlemom!reader series or as a standalone ᵎᵎ

For your twentieth anniversary, Jason doesn’t bother with anything predictable or polished. No restaurant reservation months in advance, no velvet box tucked beneath his pillow. Instead, he wakes you with the warm drag of his palm up your spine and the soft brush of his mouth along the curve of your neck. The early light splashes gold across the bedroom walls, turning everything tender.

“Morning,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. “Let’s stay here a while.”

Life has been quieter lately, soft in a way neither of you expected when you left Gotham behind. After Jason retired, after you both finally agreed you wanted peace more than the adrenaline of the city, you moved to a small, quaint coastal town hours away from anything resembling chaos. Lizzie stayed behind in Gotham, of course. She had degrees to chase, professors to impress, papers to publish.

Now she’s deep into her PhD in English lit, buried in manuscripts, revisions, and teaching first-year students how to analyze poetry. She calls often, especially to ask if her dad remembers a particular line from Milton or if he still has his annotated copy of Anna Karenina.

Jason always does. He still reads constantly. Classics, battered paperbacks, books he loved as a teenager and ones he discovered much later. Age hasn’t dulled that part of him. If anything, time has made him softer around the edges, wiser, more intentional. His hair is threaded with silver now, and faint lines bracket his eyes. The muscle he always carried sits heavier on him, filling out his shoulders and chest in a way that somehow makes him even more devastating. It’s unfair, really, how he keeps getting more handsome as the years pile up.

You open your eyes to him hovering over you, sunlight catching in the pale strands in his hair.

“What’s gotten into you?” you ask, voice thick with sleep.

Instead of answering, he leans down and presses a kiss to your jaw, then your cheek, then your lips. Slow and warm and deeply familiar. One of his hands slides beneath your shirt, not tracing shapes but rubbing slow, grounding circles between your shoulder blades, the way he does whenever he wants you closer without saying it.

“Twenty years with you,” he finally says, mouth brushing yours. “Feels like I won the lottery and forgot to tell you.”

You laugh softly. “You’re such a dad.”

“You like it,” he says, kissing you again, deeper this time.

By evening, you find yourselves walking along the beach the way you always do. The sunset glows along the shoreline, the sky dipped in watercolor hues as the sun sets. You walk pressed to Jason’s side, fingers woven with his. He keeps tugging you closer, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand in a slow, absent motion, like he’s memorizing the moment without meaning to.

Every so often, he glances at you as if you’re something worth studying. Something precious.

“Lizzie called earlier,” he says as the waves lap at your feet. “Says her advisor wants her to present at some conference in Metropolis. She sounded excited.”

“She works so hard,” you reply, pride warming your voice.

Jason hums. “Just like her mom. And smarter than both of us.”

You walk until the sunset fades behind you and the night turns quiet around the two of you. Then you sit on a blanket Jason laid out earlier, your legs draped over his lap as the breeze cools the warm sand beneath you. You curl into his chest, and he wraps both arms around you, holding you snugly against him.

He presses lazy kisses to your temple, letting his lips linger.

Over the years, intimacy has become something fluid between you two—effortless, natural, woven into the rhythm of daily life. His hands move over your arms and waist without urgency, just familiarity. Devotion. Time hasn’t changed that. If anything, it’s deepened it.

“Hey,” he says quietly, brushing your hair back. “I’ve been in love with you longer than I’ve been anything else. Longer than I was Robin. Longer than I was angry at the world. Longer than I was lost.”

You lift your head slightly, looking at him.

His eyes hold a warmth that still knocks the breath out of you after two decades.

“And somehow,” he continues, voice low, “I want you more now than I did the first day we kissed.”

Something inside you melts, slow and overwhelming.

This is the life you built together—gentle mornings, slow evenings, calls from your daughter in the city, and Jason sitting on the porch rereading novels he’s marked a hundred times.

No threats. No sirens. No shadows under the door.

Just the man he grew into and the home you chose.

Later, on the balcony of your quiet little house overlooking the vast stretch of dark water, he kisses you again. Different this time, fuller, deeper, with a certainty born from years of choosing each other.

You thread your fingers through the silver in his hair. He pulls you closer by the waist, your bodies fitting together the same way they always have.

He whispers it first, his words brushing your lips like a vow renewed.

“I love you.”

You cup his face and draw him closer until there’s no space left between you.

“I love you too,” you answer, steady and true.

The ocean hums below, the breeze cools your skin, and Jason holds you as if twenty years have passed in a blink.

© 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐍𝐌𝐔𝐍 ﹒ est 2025

[nightylantern]

sorry but was anyone else also traumatized by Emmitt otterton as a child? He gave me nightmares for weeks and I still talk about it

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Unrelated to my previous post but went out to see Zootopia 2

I absolutely adored it and I will gladly take a third movie, here’s hoping they won’t screw it up if it’s truly in the making as it’s teased

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Prince!Dick who had an eye for the sea. He had a passion sailing and gladly will take his his crew to see the wonders of the sea over any gala, despite Bruce’s reprimands

Prince!Dick who one day gets caught in a storm, his ship goes down!

Prince!Dick who is drowning, who loses consciousness and is unable to move, yet as he goes under he hears a voice…

Prince!Dick who then hears this voice next to him, a grip right on his wrist, arms looping around him and dragging him up and up, and setting him down on something warm, where he can breathe

Prince!Dick who sees a silhouette of a person, the lovely voice coming from that silhouette

Prince!Dick who feels and hears this person leave, yet has no energy to hold on, to beg for this person to remain here with him

Prince!Dick who is eventually found by his family, Alfred specifically, who have all formed a search party

Prince!Dick who can’t stop thinking of that voice as Alfred treats him, and as Damian fusses (though he pretends he isn’t and that Dick will simply die if he isn’t around)

Prince!Dick who is determined to find the voice again, who dreams about the voice, about the warmth

Prince!Dick who meets someone washed up on the shore, both mute and with funny mannerisms who baffle Bruce and Damian, while eliciting amusement from Jason and even himself, but not the voice he is after

Prince!Dick who has fun with this mystery person, who almost yearns for them, who deep down believes this is his savior, but is it possible when this person has no voice?

Prince!Dick who falls for you slowly and slowly

Prince!Dick who almost falls out of the small boat as it goes through the water, against the lily pads, against the willow trees and animals, for he tries to do something silly, where he is caught by your grip

Prince!Dick who finds that grip familiar, the same grip that caught him before arms looped around him pulling him up and up, the grip, the hand size, the texture of the skin against his wrist

Prince!Dick who thinks his whole body is falling for you, his head is probably going crazy, he swears he hears whispers of “kiss the girl”… how odd…

(Prince!Dick kind of believes he’s going crazy, the animals seems to be doing a seance of some sort to get you guys together or making the atmosphere romantic, is this a sign? Well he tries to ignore that for now, his life hasn’t been normal for a long time why should he start getting weirded out now? Perhaps he’s always been crazy and only now has he paid attention, and of course he pays attention because of you)

Prince!Dick who tries to guess your name, he hears it, asks it more to himself, thinking his head is playing tricks on him again, but surprisingly he’s correct!

Prince!Dick who nearly kisses you, he holds your hands in his, he feels the skin and once again finds it familiar to the grip that day…that is before the boat tips over

Prince!Dick who unknowingly falls under a spell, and marries a person who almost shares your features, but there is a small difference in everything regarding them, it’s almost as if this is a mask of imitation

Prince!Dick who is set to marry this mysterious woman, who agrees, yet deep down despite finding the one who saved him, despite finding the voice…he feels hollow rather than happy, it’s almost as if he doesn’t want this, but why wouldn’t he?

Prince!Dick who is freed from the spell and realizes it was you all along, the one he has set out for, the one he desires. His heart was right, and all he wanted to do was hold you and never let go, to kiss you dearly under the sunset

Prince!Dick who watches your legs form into…a fish tail? He watches as the mysterious person turns into a creature with tentacles and an older form, and drags you under water.

Prince!Dick who has no idea what is going on or what just happened, or what you might actually be, but he knows that you seem to be in danger, and one thing for certain…

Prince!Dick refuses to lose you again, even if it kills him. Even if it’s for one second or a small brush of skin, he will do anything to find you again, to at least make sure that creature is away from you

Prince!Dick who despite is out of energy, embraces your and playfully spins you around as you emerge afterwards, legs and all

Prince!Dick who finally gets to kiss you, the one who has been in his dreams for days on end

It’s been so long since I watched the little mermaid and the sequel and I absolutely love it and I might binge it again cause why not and I am not punctuating cause both Dick and Eric have my heart and URDRFGHHHHH- 😭

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No but here me out…

Dick Grayson as Prince Eric from the little mermaid, like he has the looks, the charisma, the personality?

edit: okay so literally 4 secs after I made this post I cooked, or maybe I didn’t?

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 11 · Prince!Dick who had an eye for the sea. He had a passion sailing and gladly will take his his crew to see the wonders of t

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Gallagher x Reader; The Devil in Disguise

Pairings; Reader x Gallagher

Warnings; HUGE SPOILERS FOR THE 2.1 QUEST, also this isn’t canon, in other words the way they implied stuff at the end may be there to throw us off, this is a “what if”, if what was implied is true. Death mention, secrets, suspicions, already established relationship between the two

Creek

You glanced up to see a slightly tired Gallagher enter the room, noticing he looked slightly disheveled, on top of that he was a bit late.

“Gallagher? Are you okay, why are you so messy, didn’t you say you were having a meeting in regards to your job?” You headed over to him to help remove his vest and accessories, suddenly he grabbed your hand a bit frantically but nonetheless gave you a smile,

“I’m fine hon, just a bit of trouble on the way here, some hooligans on the streets were a bit to drunk,” he chuckled, and once again smiled, except it didn’t reach his eyes.

You knew something was up for a few days now, despite the fact that he kept his calm demeanour and relaxed behaviour, you knew something was up, and well it made sense. He explained to you that “Death” was among the dreamers and that a stowaway and the famous singer Robin, had been killed, thus he asked if you could simply stay inside. You knew he was working off the clock to figure out who could be behind it, but even so there was something…off…

You have known him for years now. How he approached you on the streets complementing you and serving you a drink, he wasn’t a bartender then, but he was exceptionally good. You eventually figured out his ties to the bloodhound family, which you didn’t mind but you found it odd how many of his coworkers never recognised him, to which he told you he simply did most of the work in the shadows.

Even with your suspicions you chalked it up to him being exhausted and him trying to prevent “Death” from taking any more people, so you simply kissed his cheek and told him you would prepare dinner, as well as the fact that he should go shower, to which he said he would as he headed for the bathroom.

Once he was in he closed the door and sighed. “Almost got caught,” he thought as he looked down at the inside of his vest and gloves, covered in the goo. He used them to cover up the remains of Sunday but he was also careful you wouldn’t find any of it on him and question him. He sighed again upon thinking of the events that had occurred before.

So what if he killed two prominent members of the family? The family, the supposed family that was open to peace and harmony, the family that had took away so much from many, the family that outed Mikhail as a traitor…Mikhail.

He would be lying to say he was doing all of this solely for Mikhail, but that didn’t mean that wasn’t one of his motives. Guilt eventually came at him for betraying his old companion, and then anger seeped in when figuring out that the family wasn’t all so innocent either. Naturally before he could strike he needed a good alias, and that’s where you came in.

He knew once a killer was a front, people would be less likely to suspect someone who not only was high in terms of security but also someone who had a lover, after all why risk their lover’s security when he planned to kill right? He knew you were the right one when meeting you, he complimented your looks to start small talk, not that he didn’t think you weren’t pretty, you were gorgeous. Then he kept meeting up with you and eventually you agreed to be his lover. At first everything was going according to plan, at least that’s what he thought.

He was using you from the beginning and yet, he grew fond of you, he truly cared about you and knew what he was doing could put you at risk, yet he was to far in deep to turn around and prioritised his plan above all. He wanted to break things off to protect you but at the same time, he couldn’t do it, and he didn’t know why.

He knew he wasn’t a good person, and knew you would be better off if you both were not together, but still. He didn’t know if it was love or simply respect, or anything in between but he truly did want to stay with you.

But it’s fine, all he has to do is to carry out the remaining tasks and finish his plan while also protecting you, and continue being a “minion”, of the enigmata without you knowing. All he has to do was continue to keep up his facade without any suspicion, all he ha-

“Gallagher, honey?” Your voice interrupted his inner monologue, wow he was actually getting into this anti hero role wasn’t he? “Are you okay? Do you need me to come in? You’ve been in there for a while and I didn’t hear any shower, just some mumbling…”

“Don’t worry! I was just zoning out, I’ll be out in a moment love, just give me some time,” he replied almost immediately. After hearing your footsteps leave he cleaned what he could of his clothing and took a nice shower before changing and coming outside to you setting the food on the table. “It’s fine, it will be over soon,” he thought as he headed to the table. Even if it ends with deception, he just needs to be secretive just a tad bit longer and everything will be okay…

“A complete Gallagher,” he recalled Sundays words, yes, he would just have to continue on and be nothing but a Gallagher to his “beloved,” if not for your sake, then for his own.

Once again nothing is canon, just my personal interpretation of him and his lover at the end of the quests, I hope you enjoyed this fic!

[nightylantern]

I normally like to trash on fics I write but this is something I was extremely proud of in the past, did this before 2.2 and after came out so obviously not canon, but I may or may not have a part 2 in my inbox ever since… ;) If I ever get the motivation I may or may not post it since it’s just been sitting there and URGGHH I lowkey kinda wanna…

[nightylantern]

“You have the face of a prince”

How many times he was told that, he couldn’t count.

While he did take pride in his looks, sometimes the attention, along with the attraction was suffocating.

Unfortunately even with Damian the biological child, he still won’t be forgotten for a long time, perhaps even after he dies.

The Wayne’s are hosting a gala, and unfortunately Dick couldn’t find an excuse to not attend. But it was fine! He could always make a ruckus one way or another, Bruce knew by now he couldn’t do anything about it. Well, at least that was the plan, until you offered to attend it with him. And weren’t you a saint? He made it clear that the galas weren’t necessarily the most fun events in the world, but with a promise of a dance he caved in rather quickly. Perhaps there was a plus to all of this, seeing you in an elegant gown and look stunning under the lights reflecting the chandelier. (A chandelier he was explicitly told not to touch or swing on to his dismay, where he normally would do it he decided crashing the gala wouldn’t be worth not being able to see you)

And honestly that was something, the thing with you is that even in his most difficult moments you manage to find a way to bring him comfort.

Perhaps he will gladly take the role of a prince if it means he could be a king, when that happens you would be his queen. But until now he’s satisfied with you as his princess.

Though the upside to being a price meant he had a role to protect a kingdom, and that was what he was trained to do, it’s his mind, his soul; protect.

After a few drinks here and there, some socialising and a perfect smile with a few oblivious socialites, you showed up. He could tell it was you before you entered, it was a sixth sense at one point, and once he did sense you, he turned around ready to face you, you in your perfect gown, in that lovely makeup (though he always preferred your bare face), in that elegance you would carry.

And yes, you did come in with elegance, but that wasn’t why he stopped in place, that wasn’t why his jaw dropped. You strolled in with an elegant suit, a tie perfectly done, a jacket on your shoulders, carrying yourself with such grace. No, you weren’t just pretty, you were gorgeous. An air of grace, the elegance in your walk, the jacket holding your shoulders. He felt like a schoolgirl having a crush.

He didn’t even realize that you got so close until you kissed his cheek, and his face flushed, he was planning on guiding you on the dance floor, a protective arm draped over you, willing to ward off any unwanted eyes.

But how could he focus on any of that when you looked so divine? When you looked more intense than even himself. And wasn’t that somewhat liberating.

For the longest time, he ingrained in his mind that his problems aren’t serious, that he can’t burden others with his anger or emotions when people have it worse.

If he was better with his emotions back then, surely he and Bruce wouldn’t have fought as often as they did.

If his emotions were better, he could have gotten closer to Jason and could have prevented his gruesome fate from the Joker.

If he was better, he could have spoken to Tim better. That he saw Tim as his equal, and thus he couldn’t let him be Robin because he wanted Tim to have his own shot at Nightwing, he trusted Tim that much.

If he was better, could he have stopped Damian from dying to begin with, could he have made it easier on the child when he was under the cowl as Batman?

And being in a relationship with you, he promised himself to do better. That he would be compassionate and kind regardless of his feeling, that he would be able to protect you.

(He was trying to protect others aswell, from the moment he became Robin, all he did was put the needs of others before hand, he’d bled for unknown faces because that’s the person he was)

But when you stepped in, that confidence you carried, the outfit, it felt like he didn’t need to protect you as much as he thought.

He knew you weren’t helpless but he always had a need to protect his loved ones, even if it killed him.

Yet you were someone who could break those walls of false happiness and tell him what he needs over what he wants to hear, that gave him a hope that maybe he wouldn’t be alone.

And perhaps unknowingly you are here doing it again, by feeling like he was the one who will be protected.

If he was the moon, you were the sun.

If he was the plants, you were the rain.

If he was…

If he wasn’t distracted, shaking and shivering from your appearance which you caught on to, the jacket you draped over his shoulders wouldn’t have scared him a bit.

He was certain he fell in love with you all over again. ”Are you cold?” While the suit asserted some form of control and dominance your voice was a sweet as ever, he melted.

“Y-you didn’t say you were going to wear a suit tonight?” Attempting a form of normalcy but his voice couldn’t help but stutter a bit, you caught on and noticed.

Without a word, you smiled at him and took his hand,

“Tell me good sir, will you have this dance with me?” Safe to say he was glad he didn’t break the chandelier, the night was sparkling, and you were too. He hoped you felt safe dancing with him in his arms, just as he felt safe in yours.

If he was a prince, then you were his knight.

If he failed to protect the kingdom, you would hold him together.

If he lost all hope, you would guide him back.

And piece by piece, the two of you will bring safety back to the fallen Kingdom.

Because the knight protects the prince under law, money, oath, or mission.

This knight protects the prince unconditionally.